Jubilee's p.o.v as a spirit
She was trapped in a purplish orange haze.
Her life was a maze, some kind of puzzle.
She was a small as an ant. She was blind to what was before
her. She had an obsessed strange admiration for birds.

Jubilee's p.o.v as a spirit
She was trapped in a purplish orange haze.
Her life was a maze, some kind of puzzle.
She was a small as an ant. She was blind to what was before
her. She had an obsessed strange admiration for birds.
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